Tender Loving Care
Santino sat on the veranda overlooking the vineyard. At 58-years of age, his hands were calloused from labor. He enjoyed feeling the land, touching it, being it. Relaxing, he sipped his wine with unabashed pleasure.
His brother, Damiano, sat beside him. The merchant starman’s ship hovered effortlessly over the vineyard nearby on advanced gravity-repulsion units. Damiano said, “Why do you still do this, ‘Tino?”
“Make wine the old-fashioned way.”
Santino winced. “It’s how wine is made!”
Damiano placed a bottle of Luna Amor 2024 — an old vintage — on the the table.
Santino grinned. “I gave you that.”
“No. This is a perfect copy of it. Replicated without back-breaking labor.” He poured a glass for Santino.
Santino sipped, grimaced, and spat it out. “You call that wine, Dami?”
Quickly, Damiano tried it. “It’s fine!”
A nearby hand ran to the cellar and retrieved Santino’s original. Santino poured a glass for Damiano. “Now, try this.”
Damiano sipped…and sighed. “My god.”
Santino grinned. “You see?”
“I don’t understand. My copy is a perfect replication, created atom by atom. What went wrong?”
Santino grinned. “You cannot replicate Tender Loving Care.”
Written for the Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers writing challenge. Each week, a photo is a offered as a prompt for flash fiction. Look here to see what other folks wrote: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/07/07/fffaw-week-of-07-08-2015/